No, not that C word. Lordy – my Mum reads this blog. Can you imagine if I so much as *thought* of that word? I’d be ex communicated on the spot. It’s Friday night, nearly the end of September and I’m on the sofa, blogging, and waiting for Saint Steve to show himself on Strictly Come Dancing. I’m giggling at the comedy intro from the judges. I’m enjoying hearing Radio 2 on the radio in the kitchen. I feel quite middle aged. And don’t mind.
Today, I had a couple of hours off so Lovely Bloke and I went swimming together. An old lady kicked me – yes, literally kicked me, because she needed to let me know that she was nearby in the water. She hung onto the side of the pool and kicked me in the ribs as I went past. I stopped and asked what was happening. She told me “I needed to let you know that I am here”. I was truly speechless. And there’s not much leaves me without words. Lordy. It is things like this that gives older people a really bad name. She is an embarrassment to her generation.
After that, it was into Cambridge, and a look around John Lewis men’s department. Lovely Bloke was not impressed. He didn’t want Barbour – the one time that there’s a 20% discount on their range. And yet he wasn’t in the department for some of the other ranges that for me, looked a bit Gavin & Stacey for my liking. He doesn’t know what to look at, right now. He likes a lot of the Kin ranges, but found that the shirts didn’t fit him well last time he tried, so now he doesn’t want to try again. Fast forward to the end of the day, when we were supposed to be having a romantic lunch together – and we are in Jigsaw for men, checking out a suit, waistcoat and shirt combo that was, well, not something that I was expecting us to be considering buying on a wander around Cambridge.
Still, on coming down the stairs, we landed on a poncho come scarf kind of thing, for me. And I bought something that IS NOT BLUE. I know. I’m as shocked as you. It’s plum. Not maroon. But plum. So that may well get an airing tomorrow evening at the #GiantSundowner on the Goggs. It’s like, a rave, but with regular music, for the middle aged, middle classes. I think. But without the drugs that some people may have used when they last attended outdoor, all night raves. I’ll report back on it in my next post.
It feels strange to have been out buying winter jumpers and long sleeved tops today. The sun was shining but it was quite fresh. It is a month since we were in Levante, and I can’t help but feel like I want us to book to go back again. We book our holidays / holiday time at a point when we know where we are at with our money – at the end of our financial year, which is in March. So, hopefully, we will be able to book to go there again. We’ve never felt like we want to do that sort of thing – book somewhere over and over. But it feels like a good idea at the moment. I love the idea of relaxing more quickly, each time we go there.
I am looking forward to this weekend. I have started, slowly, to work on more work life balance. And I’m enjoying leaving my phone outside of the bedroom because I do actually get to sleep easier and better. Not that I’ll tell Lovely Bloke that. Because he’s always right. And I don’t like it. Anyway. That’s me. Here’s to the weekend. And some down time.
Lots of love. To whoever you are that reads my blog. x
PS. Sorry that there are no photos. Can’t be faffed to find any. I’d rather go to bed 10 minutes earlier x
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